We were kids back then when he used to be my only friend, my best friend. We used to dance in the rain, laugh like there’s no tomorrow, take pictures as much as we can, and play in our own tree house. He used to know everything about me. He “used” to. He even knew me better than my mother. But now, there’s one thing he doesn’t know about me, one thing that he doesn’t even have to know – that I have fallen for him. I won’t tell him not because I’m scared, but because he has fallen for someone else.
A/N: This is a composition I made for my HUM1 course - a 101 word short story. Hope you liked it. :)
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